No fancy words Or punctuation Just straight up And straight forward Words from the heart So you can say we are basically A perfect, beautiful mess But like the perfect, beautiful mess Eleven months Two weeks To this day, that is how long we've been dating. Every time I see her, I know I want to do life with her. Her sparkling brown eyes make me want to go out and make something of myself. You know? Make her proud. Her laugh – oh my god, it's perfect – It makes me do anything and everything just to be able to hear it. Her smile, It just makes my heart skip a beat; a few beats – like in those cheesy romance novels you read, and you laugh because you think the author is on crack for believing shit like that – and it's true, it exists. Her lip biting. I don't think I should say anything about that, but know she does it at the most impossible of times. And her lip biting and my reaction? Always leads to a smirk. One that I will love for the rest of my mere mortal life. One that I will work to deserve forever. She is my person. She will always be my person. And I will fight wars to be able to marry her one day. ( You hear that mom? I hope you fucking did. )
a.c // The beauty of perfection
